The eagle–eyed and elephant–memoried amongst you have already emailed me wishing me a happy birthday for last Sunday (or whatever day it was in your country on the 14th), though I never mentioned my actual birth date in the invitation to the party… which was weeks ago. To you, I extend my gratitude.

Yes, I had a good time turning one year older. No, I didn’t get laid that night at the Contacio. No, I don’t believe that as a result of my not having sex on my birthday that I am cursed for the rest of the year. No, I didn’t get any photos from that day, even though I got a nice new Memory Stick for my camera. Yes, there will be plenty of photos from the ball that I’m attending this weekend. Yes, maybe I am a little afraid of that curse… just a little though.